Depression?
I've been so glum this past month or so. I've just been so unmotivated to do anything, I've got uni assignments that were due weeks ago that I haven't even started, I find it hard to have fun, and my sense of humour's all but dead. I used to be a funny guy, but now I'm just always quiet and mopey. It's nothing new though, for the last few years it's been like this on and off... maybe I should see a doctor, who knows.
It's a shame really, because I've been doing really well at school this semester, getting no less than distinctions and high distincions in three out of my four units... and then, blah... I just can't bring myself to do any work, and my grades are gunna slip because of it.
And another thing, I really hate the magical god of Luck or whoever it is that determines these things. Monday was great, and it was an abnormally lucky day for me, and was just what I needed to get out of this pit. It started around 9 in the morning. I hadn't realised it was daylight savings and so if I went by my clock I would've been an hour late for my exam. LUCKILY, Josh had an exam at the same time and came in to wake me up. Later that day I got a message from Sara wanting to sell me a Whitlams ticket, which I wanted to go to but hadn't bought a ticket yet. So that was LUCKY. Also, the final date for re-enrolment was the 31st of October, but I was changing courses so rather than just going through the website I had to apply for a course transfer then wait for them to send me an enrolment package (which hadn't come yet). Then I check my email, and LUCKILY the closing date has been extended for another two weeks! I was feeling really good, and a lot more motivated to do some school work. I didn't get any assignments done because I had another exam in the morning, so I studied for that instead. So if this is all good... why do I hate this god of Luck? Well, as payment for that motivational good luck, he made me vomit from my arsehole for the next few days and gave me a throbbing headache so I couldn't put my euphoria to any good use. So now I'm back in the dumps where I started... the bastard.
I saw the Whitlams last night... they were good... very good.
It's a shame really, because I've been doing really well at school this semester, getting no less than distinctions and high distincions in three out of my four units... and then, blah... I just can't bring myself to do any work, and my grades are gunna slip because of it.
And another thing, I really hate the magical god of Luck or whoever it is that determines these things. Monday was great, and it was an abnormally lucky day for me, and was just what I needed to get out of this pit. It started around 9 in the morning. I hadn't realised it was daylight savings and so if I went by my clock I would've been an hour late for my exam. LUCKILY, Josh had an exam at the same time and came in to wake me up. Later that day I got a message from Sara wanting to sell me a Whitlams ticket, which I wanted to go to but hadn't bought a ticket yet. So that was LUCKY. Also, the final date for re-enrolment was the 31st of October, but I was changing courses so rather than just going through the website I had to apply for a course transfer then wait for them to send me an enrolment package (which hadn't come yet). Then I check my email, and LUCKILY the closing date has been extended for another two weeks! I was feeling really good, and a lot more motivated to do some school work. I didn't get any assignments done because I had another exam in the morning, so I studied for that instead. So if this is all good... why do I hate this god of Luck? Well, as payment for that motivational good luck, he made me vomit from my arsehole for the next few days and gave me a throbbing headache so I couldn't put my euphoria to any good use. So now I'm back in the dumps where I started... the bastard.
I saw the Whitlams last night... they were good... very good.
